#grip ring

[twilighthiro]

What if Four’s Grip Ring lets Wild climb in the rain.

[theinfamousj]

When you are staying at a place that doesn’t have a night-stand/bedside table, but you still want your phone to be charging nearby as you sleep, you #JenGeneer!

I took advantage of the metal headboard and used a Hero Clip (I bought it when it was called a Qliplet) to hang both my charger and my phone. I always travel with an extension cord, which has come in handy more than you could know, but this is the first time I have used it this way.

I prefer a grip ring on my phone to a Popsocket, and this is just a bonus use for it.

[undead-lovers-archive]

☟ Any muse.

Stranger Danger

Meira looked down at herself, glancing around at the strange house she was in. She was a small child, not much older than five years old, with short black hair and bright blue eyes. Her skin was a few shades darker, resulting from being both outside frequently, and spending more than a couple of hours up in Mt. Crenel; she was only about four feet tall, maybe even less. She was wearing a green tunic that went down to almost her knees, and underneath her arms, torso and legs were covered in fingerless/toeless chainmail for extra protection;she wore a belt around her waist, brown boots with wings on them that looked somewhat big on her, bracelets on each wrists and a strange ring on her left hand. On her back she had a sword sheathed almost as long as she was tall, a bow almost as big as she was, a large quiver for her arrows, and a heavy metal shield with reflective metal on it. She wore a tapering green cap, the tip extending down the center of her back. 

She had a nervous look in her eyes, not knowing where she was or who’s house she was in. Her first instinct was to smash some pots to find money to put into her pockets, and to find people to fuse Kinestones with, and her second instinct was to-

“Meira what happened to you?” MS asked, hopping down off the couch.

Her right hand flew to the hilt of her sword, her eyes narrowing on the beast in front of her. She was told to destroy any monsters that got in her way, and even though she had long finished her quest, it alarmed her that there were still some that she missed. Meira was about to lunge at him, but she noticed that he not only spoke English, he also knew her name.

“Wha-” The little girl paused, relaxing a bit. “You know my name?” She was so confused and anxious, knowing this beast could attack her at any time and possibly kill her. There was no way she could trust a stranger. She couldn’t put into words how bizarre this all seemed. When she glanced out at the window, all she could see was dark trees, and some glowing lights outside. Wait, she recognized that glow. Those were Picolyte plants-red, orange, blue, green and white. There was no sign of yellow, though. She thought she was back in Minish Woods, in a newly built house for either Picori or humans, but her instinct said otherwise.

“Where am I?” Her voice was high and weak-sounding, not at all what a brave warrior would be expected to sound like, hence why she usually stayed silent. She knew better than to trust a monster, but he hadn’t attempted to kill her yet, and she would get lost in the woods if she tried to go alone. She had no other choice. 

“You’re in Wispy Woods,” MS said, getting closer to her. It took him a minute to realize this was Meira as a kid, so she hadn’t met him yet, or set foot on Popstar before. “On planet Popstar, in Dreamland. Oh, hang on.” MS changed into his powered-up form, trying to look less intimidating to her. Now he was around the same height as her, since he was a foot or so taller than her before. “I know you’ve never met me before, but… you will later, I promise you. My name is Marx. I assume you’ve never seen a  Dreamlander before, huh? Relax, I won’t hurt you.”

“I’m not scared,” Meira said indignantly, taking her hand off her sword. “Nothing scares me.”

“Where are you headed? Anywhere you need to be?”

“I… I don’t know. Can I go home? I miss my Mom and Dad.” She felt herself beginning to cry.

“Well, I can help you get back to them. Follow me through the woods. Even with your sword, shield and arrows, it’s too dangerous to go alone.”

“Don’t hurt me, okay?” Meira said, backing up a little. “I don’t see well in darkness. And I don’t have a lantern.”

“Come with me, then. I promise I won’t kill you.” He extended a wing out to her, careful to not scratch her.

Meira took a long look at him. She barely knew who he was, and already he insisted on her trusting him. If she learned anything from her mother it was to stay away from people like him. He acted like he knew her like the back of his… claws? He didn’t have hands. Her mother never mentioned being friends with him, and she never heard of him until now. How could she know she could trust him? A meer stranger? 

She took a deep breath and grabbed ahold of his claws with her left hand, staying alert. If he tried anything funny, it won’t end well for him.